I watched her asleep on the bed, sensing she would be a different woman when she woke up. Subtle maybe, but still different. Every day. Almost every hour.
My brain continues to allow me to interact with the world. That’s no longer the case with my wife, the other half of me for over half a century.
As time passes in our relationship, we realize exceptionality or even survival requires more than the loving touch of a power beyond our knowing. Relationships are what we work to make them.